[b]"Hey, angel cheeks, I appreciate you saving my life before I got here and all, but even I'm running on a tight budget here."[/b] That is to say, he had no budget. Donny had stopped drinking if only because he noticed the cups stacking up and was legitimately starting to wonder how he was suppose to pay for all of this. And while he could certainly be noble and chivalrous and all that cal, he is also broke with not even a penny to his name. He doubt slaying one monster, as creepy as it was, is actually going to get him much recognition here. If the eerie atmosphere and Roless were any indication, he had to fry much bigger fish before anyone here would respect the name Donny.

Of course, he'd have to be able to handle those fish. Truth be told he kinda wished he had Roless's weapons. A gun, a bad ass spear, and was that a gatling gun? Shit, if he had those, he wouldn't even had bothered to gone upstairs. While he was certain he [i]could[/i] make due with an axe, dagger, and some rope, he also knew that the more the merrier. Time for an upgrade. [b]"Anyways delicious cake, I'm going to walk around the village, see if maybe there's anything worth looking at. I know you'll probably warn me about leaving the village on my own or getting jumped by more monsters, and I'm glad you're concerned about me. Come with me if you'd like. Otherwise don't worry. I'm staying in the village, just looking around. And if anything does come to get me, well, I'll be sure to either scream very loudly or say something cool before I die."[/b] Donny got up from the table and left the inn. He actually wasn't going to look around the whole village, though he could once he was done with his business.

Donny's memory was still fuzzy, but he could say with utmost certainty that his past life, whatever it was, had more accommodations then this. Lights, water, beer that at least looked like it was made with hops and in a barrel instead of gunk scrapped off a corpse. If he had to hazard a guess, he must be in the past. Of course, he hardly knew what his past was like, let alone what the history of his previous life was. Point is that this place seriously needs some renovations. Or at the very least Donny needed better gear. And if this place was as old timely as he think it was, it ought to have a shed full of tools somewhere.

Donny rigged himself a torch using a fairly dried stick he found and a piece of his rope tied to the base, which he had dragged through the mud. He guessed he had about five minutes on the thing at most before it fell apart. Using it to light his path Donny looked for shed looking places. He couldn't say for certain if the villagers would like him rummaging around their backyards, so he was only looking around. He'd memorize the places that looked like good hits and come back for them later. About thirty minutes of wandering around and looking over his shoulder Donny killed his torch and went back to gather the materials he needed, but all quiet like. This also seemed oddly familiar to him. Maybe he was a thief in his past life? It would certainly explain how he got to this hellhole; he's being punished for obviously being an awesome thief. Whatever, he had work to do.

Most of what Donny grabbed were small tools, thing like hammers, nails, screw driver basic stuff. Two big things he had to go looking for however were two shovels. And not just any shovel either, but things he vaguely knew as "Sharp shooter" shovels. Long, but narrow, almost like a blade. That was the hard part. Fortunately for him he stole one right out of a garden, and the second shed he looked into had a similar looking one. With all his loot gathered together, now all Donny needed to do was find a place where he could work on this. A workshop of some sort. A forge maybe. That's a thing old timely places had right? Blacksmith forges? [b]"Well, I did say I'd look around..."[/b]